Rebirth

When I awoke it was to an unfamiliar room. Sunlight entered from a window directly above my bed, bathing the room in light. The walls were a cream colour and the fluffy carpet was only slightly darker. The wood of the four-poster bed I was in was a deep mahogany and my body was encased in silk sheets.

Groaning I stumbled out of bed and began to make my way over to the mirror that stood opposite the bed, losing my footing several times on the way. I peered into the gilded mirror, shocked at the face that stared back at me. Even though my hair was messy, I could tell that it had lost its bushiness, and instead of being uncontrollably curly, it hung in loose waves to midway down my back. My cheekbones were high on my face, my face was powder white and my lips were fuller. I realised, that my face was completely symmetrical, and if even one detail of my face had been moved even millimetres, I could have looked horrendous. The strangest feature though, was my eyes. They were as dark as obsidian, even blacker than Snape's heartless eyes were.

At that moment the door opened and in walked a small house-elf carrying a plate of bacon, sausages and eggs as well as a pitcher of pumpkin juice and a goblet. My stomach rumbled, but it wasn't from the smell of the food that lay on the plate. It was a smell that I had never smelt so strongly before; a slightly rusty smell and with a jolt I realised that it was the house-elf's blood that was making me like this.

What is becoming of me, I wondered as my new instincts took over. I found myself sinking into a crouch and a primal growl escaping my lips. My teeth were bared and I found myself quivering in anticipation. No! Stop! Stop! my mind screamed out at me, but I couldn't help it. I pushed off the balls of my feet and lunged at the creature, pinning it against the wall. Vaguely I noticed the sound of the platter crashing and the feel of the pumpkin juice hitting my bare legs. It didn't matter though; I was solely focused on the creature quivering under my strong grip. I slowly began to lower my lips to his sweet open neck. Suddenly the door burst open and before I knew it I had been thrown against the bed. Dazed I closed my eyes.

Slowly I opened them again and Draco Malfoy came into view. Without thinking I lashed out at him, striking him in the chest with all my might. He stumbled back a few steps, and I flushed red with pleasure at my small feat of strength. My pleasure was quickly extinguished however, when he snarled at me before stalking back over to the bed and taking my head in his hands.

Roughly he forced my head up so that I was looking into his eyes. To my surprise his eyes were still black as the night sky, almost as dark as mine were. He let go of my head and I let it fall down so that I was staring at the sheets. "We're going hunting tonight Granger, you need to learn self-control," he spat at me before turning around and stalking out of the room.

All I could do was glare his at his retreating back.